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Calypso stood on the deck of the Argo II, staring over the starboard side at the water below. The ocean always made her feel more relaxed—it was soothing in its rhythmic certainty—but now it was only making her a little queasy. Come to think of it, it had been doing that for a while. She had a nasty habit of associating a certain someone with the ocean.   She bit her lip and shut her eyes, trying to push thoughts of him away. But how could she? He was right below her feet in the sickbay.   The waves roiled beneath the ship and Calypso suddenly had a bad feeling that the sickbay was exactly where she herself would end up soon i

They exit the bar together, walking the short distance to the old terrace that overlooks the city and leaning into the cold, rusted railing. Music from the bar can be heard through the door that stands ajar, and Hades finds himself looking at her-- his dance partner for the last seven dances. Her hands and forearms are covered in the silk of her long white gloves, her neck adorned by pearls and her dark curls cascade over her shoulders. She glances at him and winks, almost coquettishly. "What did you tell me your name was?" he asks her, feigning nonchalance. She smiles. "I didn't tell you,"  she replies, and balances a glass of wine betwe

“It’s a little warm out,” Calypso remarked, shrugging out of her jacket in hopeful anticipation of a cool breeze. “I thought you said it was supposed to snow in December.”   “Ha!” Leo scoffed. “It snows in some places in December. Trust me: white Christmases are overrated. Nobody does the holidays like Houston.”   It was midafternoon in one of Texas’s biggest (and definitely best) cities. The winter sun glared down accusingly at the Houston streets that had long since been baked white from the Texas heat. Calypso was feeling overwhelmed in every possible sense of the word: buildi